paroles de chanson The Wrong Brother - Briggs

It's me you been looking up
6'1", a tonne and none of these
Chumps are close to good enough
Talk about what you shoulda done
I give him a piece of my mind
But a moment never arrived but it's what I woulda done
Alrighty son, whatever helps you sleep
And floats your boat whatever puts your mind at ease
But I suggest you keep your words behind your teeth
And keep away from me I ain't raising your seed
Mr. Role Model, far from it
Been on the bottle since birth
You put a keg in my hearse, I'm never off it
So how am I supposed to teach your kids
When I can't tell you what day of the week it is?
See, the fact is, you couldn't trust me with a cactus
That shit'd die quicker than me with a cat did
Blacklist? Yeah, that's just fine with me
And when the siren sounds, it's just my sign to leave
(Peace!)

Looking at me, (Right)
I'm likely to be, (Right)
Some kind of thief. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!

Looking at him, (Right)
He's some kind of crim, (Right)
His last name is Briggs. (Right)
You got the wrong brother!

Looking at you, (Right)
Got something to prove (Right)
Whatcha gon' do? (Right)
You got the wrong brother!

Hands clap, cans cracked roll-call, I'm on again
Smack whoever want it, stitch 'em up like a monogram
So blunt I'm honest man sick since the sonogram
The doc was like, "Shit Miss Briggs your son's a monster, man." (Oh no)
So you want to know what I'm about?
Shep's home, but I sleep on Melbourne's couch
Built like a brick house with the foulest mouth
Very little you could do to stop me now
You must be dreaming, you're just feeding the demon
You at odds with me, you best bet I'll get even
Get you while you're eating then I'll feed you the bleach
And then your vitals are beeping and then your family's pleading
"Mercy, mercy. Just look in your heart."
And I did - it was black, cold and lived in the dark
I'm on the bomb shit, the wrong shit, phenomenon shit
They gonna know the name, by the end of the song
Briggs!

Now I've hardly slept
I've gone and hit the stage like I'm Kanye West
But Ima let you finish, more or less
Wallet got me poor and stressed
Now I gotta bounce town, cos I'm bouncing checks
Amount's immense, you don't amount to this
I'm a loved mother fucker round about this bitch
Been astounding since, I've been around a bit
And I learned a thing or ten, by the sound of things
So, count me in, let 'em doubt me then
Bound to kill something with the fountain pen
And now I'm on this until the cows come in
Twenty times better than you think you is
Cos nothing sounds better than the team when we on it
Golden Era is the squad and everybody want it
And your mother's gonna see the undertaker and the florist
Cos you didn't know your place in the realm of the Briggasaurus